One learns a lot from life ,all the time but there are some precious memories one carries in one's life forever.I have grown up in a family of five siblings.I,being the youngest ,have had my own share of being the precious youngest as well as the 'the not old enough for whatever'experiences while growing up.Some memories of growing up with my sibblings are forever entrenched in my memory.
My older siblings were always held in awe and we hero-worshipped them most of our lives but there are some memories that stay with me forever.
One day,I was out shopping with one of my siblings to visit an aunt who was not well.She bought the biggest bottle of nutritional supplement.It looked so huge that fascinated by it I knocked it out of the counter and the glass bottle shattered into pieces.There was a pin drop silence in the shop because it was an expensive affair.I went beetroot embarrassed with my guffaw but my sister went on with her shopping gently asking the shopkeeper to pack another piece,I was stunned because I expected atleast a reprimend ,a slight sign of irritation but she was cool as a cucumber ,gave all of us a sweet smile,paid for everything and glided out like nothing ever happened.She never mentioned it.The thing is,it was not a one off experience.
I would have squashed her most expensive lipstick ,broken her guitar string,cramped her style in so many ways,she never batted an eye-lid unless she felt that we were messing up on purpose which we never were.I remember my friend telling us about how she and her sister would do some paper craft on the bed and sooner then later her mother would find out that they had cut off the bed-sheet along with the paper and when their mother reprimended them all they could say was 'Oh'!.
I never even had to say,'Oh' but I carried my share of guilt.The time I broke her guitar string I felt so guilty that I fasted a meal and all of them had to tease me to make me eat it.You could say ,what is the big deal about a guitar string ,but during those days,to buy a guitar string one either had to make a special order through the known stores or had to travel all the way to Gangtok to buy it and it was a hit or miss thing even then.
Knee jerk reactions,coming to quick conclusion about things,having a shallow view of others choices show our lack of respect for the other person.
Age has taught me to refrain from drawing conclusions even when someone is throwing fire darts at you....sometimes ,very often nowadays,I surprise myself.I prefer to keep company with people who are wise enough to stand back and respect me enough to trust my choices...even when I am squashing their best lipsticks...they will give me space because they see me as a person,God's beloved child made in His image...even though it may not be a predictable journey we think it should be ,it is a unique journey engineered by the creator's hand .I am safe,may not be in a box many people would like to put me in ,but in God's hand to be used by Him in a way He thinks best.Yes, I am safe and I rejoice because it matters to my Father in heaven.
My older siblings were always held in awe and we hero-worshipped them most of our lives but there are some memories that stay with me forever.
One day,I was out shopping with one of my siblings to visit an aunt who was not well.She bought the biggest bottle of nutritional supplement.It looked so huge that fascinated by it I knocked it out of the counter and the glass bottle shattered into pieces.There was a pin drop silence in the shop because it was an expensive affair.I went beetroot embarrassed with my guffaw but my sister went on with her shopping gently asking the shopkeeper to pack another piece,I was stunned because I expected atleast a reprimend ,a slight sign of irritation but she was cool as a cucumber ,gave all of us a sweet smile,paid for everything and glided out like nothing ever happened.She never mentioned it.The thing is,it was not a one off experience.
I would have squashed her most expensive lipstick ,broken her guitar string,cramped her style in so many ways,she never batted an eye-lid unless she felt that we were messing up on purpose which we never were.I remember my friend telling us about how she and her sister would do some paper craft on the bed and sooner then later her mother would find out that they had cut off the bed-sheet along with the paper and when their mother reprimended them all they could say was 'Oh'!.
I never even had to say,'Oh' but I carried my share of guilt.The time I broke her guitar string I felt so guilty that I fasted a meal and all of them had to tease me to make me eat it.You could say ,what is the big deal about a guitar string ,but during those days,to buy a guitar string one either had to make a special order through the known stores or had to travel all the way to Gangtok to buy it and it was a hit or miss thing even then.
Knee jerk reactions,coming to quick conclusion about things,having a shallow view of others choices show our lack of respect for the other person.
Age has taught me to refrain from drawing conclusions even when someone is throwing fire darts at you....sometimes ,very often nowadays,I surprise myself.I prefer to keep company with people who are wise enough to stand back and respect me enough to trust my choices...even when I am squashing their best lipsticks...they will give me space because they see me as a person,God's beloved child made in His image...even though it may not be a predictable journey we think it should be ,it is a unique journey engineered by the creator's hand .I am safe,may not be in a box many people would like to put me in ,but in God's hand to be used by Him in a way He thinks best.Yes, I am safe and I rejoice because it matters to my Father in heaven.
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